Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

Hubble telescope image. Courtesy

RIP Neil Armstrong

My memories of the Apollo missions are hazy shadows of conversations of my parents and static-filled pictures on a black-and-white tube TV. One stands out though.

I was very young. We were walking through a Sears and Roebuck. All the TVs were tuned into a moon landing–not sure if it was THE landing or not, but it must have been something important because all of the shoppers were stopping in their tracks to watch and see what was going on. Dad and Bo were there. If it was the 1969 landing, I was three years old.

Then several years later, I remember all the really cool photos of galaxies and nebulae and exploding stars that our school library had–they were tucked away in a file cabinet– NASA made them available to educators, unfortunately, the educators rarely used them. I had access to them because I was a library aide. I would talk the librarian into letting me have the duplicates, and I would bring them home and plaster the walls of my bedroom with NASA photos. I would stare up at the universe and dream about the future.

Back then, I was going to be an astrophysicist.

2 thoughts on “Back then, I was going to be an astrophysicist.

  1. To be so goal oreinted at such a young age. I always knew I would teach little kids, since the summer I turned 10 and made all the neighborhood kids play school 🙂

  2. Michele says:

    Oh, and a geologist and a writer and a teacher among other things…I had a really hard time picking and always felt if I settled on any one thing I was saying “no” to everything else. Science though was always a part of any plan, except maybe the writing, ironically now my “real’ job involves writing about science. Still don’t know what I will be when I grow up though…

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